Kooky

In related news, I had an odd set of dreams this morning regarding the Series attendance, in which three completely separate scenarios for how I’m getting my tickets were presented.
One of them involved my participation in a CSI: Miami hostage situation. Of course, since I was reading my “Guy Porn” while nodding off it’s not too terrible surprising. But it was definitely an interesting time in the trenches. I was able to mobilize the resources of a combination Tattoo parlor, diner and bookstore to deal with a medical emergency, and then H and I dressed up as postal workers to infiltrate the compound.

Because we’re that. Damn. Cool.

The tattoo parlor is significant, because I’ve got a little under two weeks to “shit or get off the pot” on my ink. I’ve been talking to folks a lot in the last month, and I’m pretty sure I know What, Where, and How. Why is personal, and When is soon, real soon.

I’d like to do it this week, but I need to make some pretty hard choices. And how much I pay for the WS attendance will be a prime factor.

More later.